.January 25, 2003 is Sunday, and it is also the Little New Year of the Chinese Lunar New Year.

Master Yang called his parents, and on the phone he still asked about his well-being as usual. How was his work going? Is it going well? My father was still stingy to praise Master Yang for his victory in Belgium, but he could hear the old man feel indescribable pride.

Then Mr. Yang called Liu Yunshang and reported on the phone about life and thought. Ding Yi did the team's translation and naturally did not dare to hide it in half a word. Even if Mr. Yang didn't say it, those posts that even had discussions in the past few days were titled "If Magic Yang was the coach of the Chinese team..."

Later, someone asked Mr. Yang if he had ever thought about coaching the Chinese team at that time.

"I thought about it. If there was an invitation at that time, I might have gone without hesitation. But as I understand Chinese football more and more, this idea became less and less."

"So you didn't hesitate to bear the infamy and rejected the call of the Chinese Football Association."

"Yes."

"But why did you accept the invitation from the Chinese Football Association a few years later? Is it because of the previous anti-gang campaign?"

"There is part of the reason, I think the more the reason is that I am a Chinese. No matter how disappointed I am, I always have to do something for Chinese football! And at that time, I had some conditions." Mr. Yang smiled sly.
Chapter completed!